I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
Irony: Libyan rebels now rounding up blacks, sticking them into jails
My life will matter only if I can show love and meaning to others
Biases teach us what to expect, but we often turn out to be wrong
I’m still the kid who might burn your clubhouse if you cross me
Why can beauty hurt so much? Why do I see her face in the sky?
Autumn color has finally arrived,
After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away